WITHOUT

Weakened.

Ethan gripped my shoulders, it was lightly raining.....We had just been hit by the first hard down pour, but then as suddenly as it started - It eased off.    Now, we were experiencing the soft rain (My guess, only till another round assaulted us again)       I had my head down, my dripping wet hair kept falling into my face.

Both my hands were tight fists, I just couldn't stop shaking.      Ethan kept looking at me, he'd glance around (Was he expecting someone?!)

I looked up at him, quick flick of my hair (That only achieved sending a few long strands whipping across my face)..."Ethan, you have a plan?      Are we going back to Clark, EB and that dog-guy?   I think we should.."          I paused for a second, what was his mood?     "You wouldn't want Clark up here.   We should go to her....Keep an eye on what she might be up too!.."    

I'd used that comment on him before, it got him moving pretty fast.     He'd get a look of fear, but his eyes would go all bright and devilish.     He was scared shitless of her, but enjoyed the effect he had on her.      Ethan raised his eyebrows at me - Was I telling him what to do?    (I better not be!)      His wings suddenly appeared, and seem awfully wide-spread and large up close.

If standing in just the wrong spot, Ethan could knock you silly with them.

Impulsively, I reached out and touched them.    Ethan stared at me....Moved a hand to stop me, then he got the oddest look (Like, when you've tapped into your pet's favourite patting spot.  They would kill, poop out money, anything...If you'd just keep patting them in that one area of their body!)

The need to "control" was still very present, but for this one second Ethan and I agreed to just be within each other's presence. I'd let him have "his way" till I worked out, what that really meant. Remember, never agree to a monster's will.   You'll be torn up where you stand, but...The hero does, if it means the innocent are safe.

I was hoping for an insider's insight to a deadly situation.    Ethan would never have my full power, maybe a few secrets (Ways to catch me at my own tricks)     Witch's alway have a trick or two (Their not just for magicians!)

A hand moved my hand, a knife flashed at me....I grasped, held my hands to my mouth.

"No, Ethan!.."      I covered my eyes.    Ethan was impressed, but he frowned.    His fingers pulled my hands from my face, he cupped my chin.     He stared right into my head, it was as if he could see into my mind (I seriously hoped not)      He turned my head left and right, left again - An appraisal of sorts.     Then, he put a hand to the back of my head....Oooo!    The hairs on my neck stood up.

If he gone to my temples, I would have bluffed his efforts - I'd still have control (My thoughts would aid him, I'd know where this was going)  But, what he was doing now....Was suspiciously very much what EB would get up too!       My bodies's spinal strength suddenly slipped from my grip (Oh! Ethan no!)     I suddenly felt weak, an arm caught me.

We moved from the roof, went back down to the hotel room......And, found an angry but then shocked Clark.     EB just raised her eyebrows.    Hector kept looking at everyone (Was this bad? His master had a treasure!)      Ethan helped me to a bed, shot Clark a look (Don't touch. Mine!)        Clark looked at me, what the hell had I just agreed to.       EB licked her lips - Dark power!    Ethan was a flame in a cold room.

I was completely Ethan's (Physically drained, mentally panicking)    But, a flicker of light still sat quietly in my eyes.    Ethan's treasures were still allowed a little of their spirit.    Ethan sensed my worry, he was new at this domination thing - Saw me stare at him (Hands grabbing at bedding) than flop back against a pillow (Pure blood witches don't usually get "dominated".    We take you for a ride!)